"For shame, Quinny!"
Gilbert put the manuscript back into the drawer from which Henry had taken it.
"You'll come to Ireland with me?" he said.
"You will. I'll break your jaw if you don't come. I'll knock the stuffing out of you if you don't come. We can catch the night train and be in Dublin to-morrow morning!..."
"I promised Cecily I wouldn't go...."
"And you promised me you would go. I've packed all the things I want, and it oughtn't to take you long to pack a trunk. I'll come and help you after dinner ... there's the gong ... well just have time if you hop round quickly. Ninian can telephone for a taxi to take us to Euston!"
"It's no good, Gilbert...."
"Come on. I can smell onions, and I'd risk my immortal soul for onions. Boiled, fried, stewed or roasted, Quinny, there's no vegetable to beat them...."